I am not a native of Oklahoma, so I notice things that native Oklahomans like my husband might not notice, or might think are "normal." One of those things that I constantly notice and love is the connectedness of Oklahomans.
Growing up in a Greek Family (a big, fat, Greek family), I knew connectedness; Greek society is very connected. When I graduated from college and moved to New York City (from Chicago), I thought I would be outside the connected circle, and I would be able to live my life without my mother necessarily knowing what I was up to (not that it was anything horrible). At that age, I wanted less connectedness. I quickly found that somehow, through the Greek grapevine, my mother could still tell me on Sunday night (when long-distance was cheap) that she had heard I was out with so-and-so on Friday night. I learned being "connected" wasn't about technology or posts. It was about knowing people who knew you at least a little bit.
My sister, who still lives in Chicago, was at a giant travel and adventure trade show at McCormick Place (think all the buildings of the Oklahoma State Fair Park under one roof) in Chicago, and saw a booth for the Chickasaw Nation, so she approached and mentioned that her sister lived in Oklahoma. The representative from Chickasaw Nation knew exactly where Cyril is, and he was familiar with the winery, and had enjoyed our wines.
My sister, who I have been trying to convince to move to God's Country for most of the five years that I have lived here, got a taste of the connectedness of Oklahoma. Gotta love this place!